Author: sue (---.nas16.kansas-city2.mo.us.da.qwest.net)
Date: 01-07-06 12:40
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I think when we get those moments where things are just too hard to comprehend, there is a whole different world.
- C.S. Lewis, In Places
Let not my love be call\'d idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confin\'d,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
\'Fair, kind, and true,\' is all my argument,
\'Fair, kind, and true,\' varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often liv\'d alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp\'d with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
\'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin\'d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see\'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death\'s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see\'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consum\'d with that which it was nourish\'d by.
This thou perceiv\'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.